Relentless Reality

I had a discussion earlier this week with a friend.  She’s not a close friend, as much through logistics as anything else, I suppose, since we live more than 1200 miles away from one another and run in mostly different circles. When we have gotten together in the past, mainly at larger gatherings, I have […]

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Losing It

Some days I feel as though I’ve lost my already questionable grip on reality.   Even though I know that my husband is gone, I often find myself simply waiting for him to come home.  This isn’t the same feeling as wanting to call him before remembering he’s not there. It’s not that momentary lapse in […]

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Dry Spell

I need to warn you right up front.  This post is going to be a bit different than most before and may cross the line into TMI.  If you have delicate sensibilities, you may want to skip this one and wait for the next, but in the interest of complete honesty and full disclosure, this […]

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Refilling My Empty Tank

Yesterday was the four month mark of my husband’s passing.  I’ve always considered it an anniversary of sorts, but recently read a post about a woman who reached the one-year mark of her husband’s passing.  She accurately pointed out that the word “anniversary” makes it seem as if it’s a celebration, which this is clearly […]

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